Tuesday, December 31, 2013

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

"Many know - some don't - that January 1 is my birthday, as near as is recorded. I will be/am 12 years old. That is quite old for a bunny but I am in fine shape - OK - a little large in shape, but hey, the eats are good here. I have arthritis some and I do not hop and prance quite like old, but I am very mobile and keep up with Racer when he heads down his "bowling alley". I am content and happy with my life and it has been a long and good one. Each day now is a treat. And deserves a treat!" - The Princess Herself

"Well put, Princess. All of our bunnies are getting old and every day with each is a treat - for them and for us. So on we go into 2014, with both great expectations and much fear and trepidation." - RG the Cynical Realistic who probably listens to too much country music.﻿

You all have done good! And, thank you for what you've shared of that good on this site. RG, as far as the cynical goes, I can only reiterate LT - "No matter how cynical you get, you just can't keep up." As far as reality goes, I've got way too tenuous a grasp to it to add much to the conversation. Like Princess, I am a little old lady. I like to think there are some people critters and critter critters who worry about me, and would miss me, but more and more, I am getting those looks that tell me the generally accepted notion is that I will be outliving everyone around me. So let me just say, I sure hope that you all and The Princess and everyone around you all and the bunns and us including us outlives us. If I have not created a perfect longevity paradox here, let me just say, "Everyone try to stick around." (But, if you can't, it is still going to be okay.)

Annette Tait at The Leveretts Nest just lost her Wesley. I cried all day when I read the news, and I may cry some more. When you lost Goldie and Winnie, I wept. When Babette the Rabbette went to the bridge, I cried, too. When I heard that Rocket and Jemima had passed over at Big Ears Tiny Tales, I mourned. I think of all of them and the special people that loved and were loved by, them...I do not say this lightly, or because I am a rabbit person, but there is something exceptional and beautiful about rabbit people. So onward, and forward, into life we go. This morning, Spider brought me a tiny baby mouse, still with eyes closed! I warmed the little thing up and wrapped him in a soft nest of super soft stuffs, and asked God to take him if he was not going to live. I hated the thought of that little floofy body in pain until Death, that Old Enemy, took him. When I woke up from my nap (thank Mr. Mick for the suggestion) and checked on the wee mite, he was GONE. And I PROMISE there was NO WAY he could have escaped. I will take that as a good omen for 2014, and take life one day at a time.

Hmmm, maybe I should have been a little clearer about the definition of "okay." It is an amazing place to which all that loves or is loved makes its way. It is forever. No matter what, it is going to be "okay" land for all of you dear people and your bunns and etc. I want to make it very clear that "okay" land is NOT Okie land, OK, Oklahoma, or any version of that place where Brandi lives.